The Huishan Sisters' waterfalls were stacked on top of each other. When the last waterfall poured down, the sound of the waterfall could be heard from half a mile away. A young man was sitting below with his upper body exposed. He used his back to withstand the torrent. His skin turned from red to purple from the impact. In the misty water, a rainbow was reflected above his head. The large pool was covered in moss and tall trees. The scenery was beautiful and gentle. A middle-aged Daoist came and went without alerting any of the sentries in Huishan. He came near the waterfall and looked at the young man from afar. He saw that the young man's body was on the verge of collapsing. If he continued to resist, his lungs would be injured. The nameless Daoist waved his sleeve and pulled the young man out of the waterfall. It was the macheteman Yuan Tingshan who was treating his injuries with poison. His eyes were gloomy. A blade tied to his wrist jumped out of the water like a green dragon. With the blade in hand, he could kill the enemy at any time. Yuan Tingshan's caution was evident. However, when Yuan Tingshan saw the person's face, he immediately knelt on the rock beside the pool even though he was famous for being heartless in Huishan. He said loudly, "Julu's Yuan Tingshan greets the immortal senior. Yunjin Mountain's immortal senior has rewarded me with a few celestial fruits. I will remember your kindness."
The middle-aged Daoist who fished once every ten years in Mount Longhu waved his hand and said, "I only came to Huishan's Great Snow Field to send Xuanyuan Jingcheng off. I saw that you were going astray and recovering from your internal injuries so I took the liberty to intervene. Don't blame me for doing something unnecessary."
Yuan Tingshan smiled and showed his white teeth. He said, "I don't dare!"
The Daoist saw that the young man's words were extremely respectful but his right hand was holding onto the hilt of his blade. He did not take it to heart and just smiled. He lamented, "Julu is a place where people converge. If Kunlun is the dragon's head and Donghai City is the dragon's tail, then Julu is the dragon's horn. The people here are either evil or virtuous. There are very few mediocre people here."
Yuan Tingshan half-knelt on the rock and looked straight at the Daoist. He said slowly, "I'm short-sighted and don't know these things. I just couldn't stay in Julu so I came out to beg for a living. I've heard that the Celestial Masters of Mount Longhu are proficient in divination and physiognomy. Could it be that Celestial Master is an elder from the Celestial Master Residence? "
The middle-aged Daoist shook his head and did not deliberately mystify. Instead, he said frankly, "Although my surname is Zhao, I'm not from the Celestial Master Mansion. He only borrowed the blessed land of Mount Longhu to cultivate and did not concern himself with worldly affairs. He treated it as accumulating some good fortune for his descendants and accumulating some good karma. As a result, my Dao Heart is impure and I have been mediocre for many years. "
Although Yuan Tingshan was uncouth and did not know many characters, he was smart enough to hide his disappointment when he heard that the Daoist was not a noble from the Taoist Master Mansion. He said loudly and humbly, "Immortal Senior, you are obviously a celestial being like an immortal on the land. How can we, the common people, make wild guesses about you?"
The ordinary-looking Daoist took out a yellowed book from his sleeve and tossed it to Yuan Tingshan from a distance. His voice was light, unlike Yuan Tingshan's, which was full of vigor, but his voice could be heard clearly in the roar of the waterfall. "Xuanyuan Jingcheng sought his own Heaven's Retribution, but in fact, after the last Heaven's Thunder, which was as thick as a peak, he still had one spiritual soul and one physical soul left. That's why this humble Daoist said to send him off just now. It was fate that I met you at Yunjin Mountain and your murderous aura scared away the dragon salamander that was about to turn into a dragon. We met so many people but you were the only one who was willing to eat the wild fruit in the bamboo basket. It's also fate. The Dao that I cultivate is the most boring word, Seclusion. It's almost the same as the Wild Fox Zen of Buddhism. If there's fate, there's a need to resolve it. Today, I'll get a book from Xuanyuan Jingcheng for you. It's Xuanyuan Jingcheng's martial arts experience that he had honed for a hundred years. It's not limited to knife skills and you can progress step by step. "
Yuan Tingshan took the secret book that had yellowed pages and became more and more brand-new as it went on. He could even smell the scent of ink on the last dozen pages. His body couldn't help but tremble. Yuan Tingshan was not an inexperienced wanderer who only knew how to accumulate fame. He had been influenced by Mount Hui, which was full of people, and knew the ways of the world by heart. Moreover, Mount Hui was a place where good and bad people mixed together. The things that they lacked the least were Jianghu secrets and gossip. The martial artists of Jianghu, except for the Land Immortals who had profound means in the past dynasties, had always been fiercer and more powerful with each generation. No one said that those who had lived longer were necessarily more powerful. Wudang Mountain, which competed with Dragon and Tiger for the leadership of Taoism, had their young chief entered Celestial Phenomenon. Then, did Song Zhiming, who had lived for a hundred and fifty years, enter Vajra Realm? Therefore, whether a martial arts secret book was good or not was the same as a chess record. The older the antique was, the less valuable it was. Xuanyuan Jingcheng was a genuine Celestial Phenomenon master. How could his life's work be measured by mountains of gold and silver? Not to mention one Xuanyuan Qingfeng, even if ten Xuanyuan Qingfeng were to be exchanged, Yuan Tingshan wouldn't even look at them!
However, Yuan Tingshan, who was cold by nature, was frightened. His expression became serious, and he carefully put the book into his bosom. He stood up and bowed to show his seriousness. He raised his head and asked, "What does Senior Immortal want Yuan Tingshan to do? I'll go through a mountain of swords and a sea of flames! Although Yuan Tingshan is a penniless pauper, this promise made under the premise of mutual consent is indeed worth some money. "
The middle-aged Daoist went straight to the point. "Only when a tiger has grown wings will there be chaos. You've already seen the Crown Prince of Beiliang. I don't need you to kill him. I only need you to remove his wings. After you've read Xuanyuan Jingcheng's cultivation experience, you can use it to hone your martial arts. "
Yuan Tingshan laughed. "Senior Immortal has suffered a great loss in this deal. With Yuan Tingshan's bad temper, even if he's His Royal Highness, the King of Beiliang or the Emperor, as long as he annoys me, I'll chop him off his horse!"
The middle-aged Daoist appeared to be in a rare trance. He turned his head to look at the big snow plateau that was full of potholes after the heavenly tribulation. He muttered, "There are eighty thousand words in the world, but only one word can kill."
The word 'love' can mislead people.
The word 'love' can kill.
Therefore, Ancestor Lu once left a sword hanging on the eaves of Dageng, passing on the Dao of the Sword of Wisdom to his descendants.
Even though this seemingly middle-aged Daoist had already transcended, he still sighed at this moment. "Xuanyuan Jingcheng, since you know that you can't force it, then why bother to pay the price? I've never seen such talent in my life. If you used it outside of Mount Hui, who in the world would be able to bind your hands and feet? Why would you gamble everything for a woman, just to look at her from afar? It's better not to fight. Also, you're a woman who is infatuated but doesn't understand love. You don't care about ethics, morality, and shame, but why do you even care who's good to you? You keep saying that you don't care about Xuanyuan Jingcheng, but if you really don't care, why do you do things that make Xuanyuan Jingcheng unhappy? When people meet, there are only two kinds of fate, good and evil. Evil fate isn't fate? " Yuan Tingshan, who couldn't hear clearly, asked tentatively, "Senior Immortal, may I ask if that Xuanyuan Jingcheng really entered the realm of Earth Immortal?"
The Daoist nodded and said, "It's the Great Immortal without a doubt."
Yuan Tingshan looked fascinated and muttered to himself, "A real man should be like this!"
The young man then spat a mouthful of saliva into the pond and said angrily, "It's fine if you don't want to be an Earth Immortal, but your wife has been used as a cauldron for dual cultivation. You've been a coward for twenty years. There's nothing more stifling in the world than this!"
The middle-aged Daoist said calmly, "Put yourself in Xuanyuan Jingcheng's shoes, what would you do if you were him?"
Yuan Tingshan had a look of disdain and said without hesitation, "If I were Xuanyuan Jingcheng, I wouldn't care if I could kill Ancestor Xuanyuan Pan. I would first kill that loose woman, chop her up and feed her to the dogs! Xuanyuan Jingcheng really isn't a man. He even f * cking raised that loose woman like a female Bodhisattva. Just thinking about it makes me angry. "
The Daoist shook his head with a smile, "You'll understand in the future. Some women know it's bad, but they just can't let it go."
"Heh, I don't want to meet this kind of loose woman."
Yuan Tingshan was stunned for a moment and asked nervously, "Senior Immortal, have you met her before?"
The middle-aged Daoist didn't answer directly, but smiled and said, "In our generation of cultivation, our predecessors have written countless books. They're all illusions. They say a thousand words, but they're actually just seeking the word 'truth'. And truth is often connected with love. True feelings, true feelings, you need to know the Dao of Heaven. Forgetting love doesn't mean you're heartless."
Yuan Tingshan, who had always had a strong killing intent and evil aura, faced this mysterious Daoist, he imperceptibly weakened his aura and asked, "Senior Immortal, are you teaching me a lesson?"
The Daoist made a mystery and said with a smile, "This Daoist can't be tied to you anymore. Fate is a mess, so don't give this Daoist any more difficult problems."
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